The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of Ashworth Gate. Elias Thorne stood alone in the courtyard of the old watchtower, his back to the entrance, his sword resting in the scabbard at his hip. The metal was dull, pitted by years of damp air and neglect, a mirror to the man who carried it. He was sixty years old, though the weight of...

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